47, GONE FISHING There are seven days of the week all with a different name. When you get to my age, they are all the bloody same. I have done my share of working seven days a week. Now I go fishing down at the creek. I arrive there at dusk and stay until dawn, many times hooking up a prawn. Several fish nibble. Yes I got a bite. When I saw a shark there, I got a bloody fright. How the shark got there, I will never know. I guess I should pack up. It is time to go. I will head home to watch a fishing show. The fish they show on telly are never like the ones I catch. It may be time for me to find a new fishing patch.